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• The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died. -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Epitaph on Mrs.
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• Is there a parson much bemused in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a stanza when he should engross?
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, Prologue to the Satires, Line 15...
• To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book x, Line 78...
• And taste The melancholy joy of evils past: For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xv, Line 434...
• Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro In all the raging impotence of woe.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 526...
• Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
  -- Mark Twai...
• Grief can take care of itself; but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
  -- Mark Twai...
• The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship
  it's the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship....
• Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 153...